The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 482

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 482
People often speak of senses standing on end.
There are moments when all five senses possessed by humans quiver and surge at once.
When meeting someone of an entirely different caliber, the aura they exude often feels like a wall, though they themselves remain composed.
In my early days, the figures of Patcheon Gung were like that to me. Beings I could never hope to defeat.
Or rather, the bearing of absolute masters who had achieved their own stature.
The caliber of those I had witnessed was exactly that.
‘This is.’
No different even now.
Kuuuuuuuung-!!!
I feel it.
‘What is this?’
I feel it far too clearly.
What manner of being stands before me. What level of stature they possess. And moreover.
‘I cannot win.’
That I cannot defeat this being in my current state. I knew it the moment I sensed them. The level is different.
Where have I felt this sensation before? Ah.
It comes to mind. If I had to compare.
‘The Sword Demon.’
The Sword Demon, one of the Eight Demon Fists. It is the same feeling I experienced when facing him.
It is not vastly different from the sensation I felt then. Even now, at this moment when I have grown incomparably stronger compared to that time.
“Krhrhrhrhrhh.”
The man laughs. Even that laughter carries power within it. The Nokrim Bandits froze upon seeing their dead Bujori. The Tabsa all trembled in fear before that overwhelming presence.
A being who emanates stature through existence alone.
‘This is.’
An absolute master. Something that could be called such without hesitation.
“Woman.”
The Powerful Man speaks, looking at Muyong Youngsoon.
“From now on, you shall belong to me.”
A thick finger points toward Muyong Youngsoon. At those words, she furrows her brow deeply.
“I beg your pardon, but-”
This being who has appeared. A monster whom none could seemingly defy, yet Muyong Youngsoon did not retreat.
“I do not yet even know your name, to be claimed by you.”
“Oho?”
“What might your name be?”
“How amusing.”
Shhhhh. He approaches, emanating his aura. Then. What appeared to be martial artists of the Moyong clan drew their swords and gathered around Muyong Youngsoon.
“…Enough.”
Seeing this, Muyong Youngsoon quickly stops the martial artists. Witnessing that, I too halted. Had Muyong Youngsoon not stopped them, I would have stepped forward.
‘Had I stepped forward, they would all be dead.’
The moment that man moved, it would have been total annihilation. If he had merely extended his hand.
“Quick perception, sharp intellect, and impressive momentum. I find myself unable to resist coveting you.”
“…I am grateful for your favorable assessment.”
“Indeed. Did I tell you my name? I have been called by many names… but now… hmm…”
The man rolled his eyes as if lost in thought. It was then that I observed him.
[Honwondo…]
‘What?’
Doyang spoke. Honwondo? Wait. If it’s Honwondo…
‘Patcheon Gung.’
The Four Heavenly Kings of Patcheon Gung. This was the epithet of the martial artist who had been accompanying Doyang among them. The moment I heard it, I studied my opponent.
‘…I see it now.’
Why did I not notice sooner? The aura of Patcheon Gung visible behind Honwondo’s back. Now I could perceive it.
‘…One of the Four Heavenly Kings.’
One of the four martial artists the Gungju kept close. It seemed this man was one of them.
“Honwondo. Call me by that name.”
“…Master Honwondo.”
Muyong Youngsoon straightened her posture. She bowed respectfully and met Honwondo’s gaze with serene eyes.
“I cannot fathom what a master of your caliber seeks, nor why you have traveled such a distance. Would you reveal your purpose?”
“My purpose, you say…”
Honwondo nodded. Then he smiled as he looked at Muyong Youngsoon.
“Originally, my purpose was what lay within that carriage, but that has become secondary. It holds no meaning now. My purpose is you.”
“…”
“You please me. Daughter of the Moyong clan. Follow me. I shall grant you paradise.”
Paradise. Even at those words, Muyong Youngsoon’s expression remained unchanged.
“…I…”
“Ah, do not worry. I am a magnanimous man, so I do not expect an immediate decision.”
“What—”
“I grant you until the end of this day. Decide by then. If necessary, I can even summon your father, Baekwang. If I am able to summon him, that is.”
Until the end of the day. Summon Baekwang? Could Baekwang even reach this place if summoned?
‘It’s impossible.’
From our current location, it was utterly unrealistic. There was no way Baekwang could arrive within a single day, no matter what was done.
“And if I refuse, what becomes of me?”
“Everyone around you dies. Then I take you with me.”
“…”
No choice remained. He would kill everyone and take her regardless. At those words, Honwondo nodded.
“Then I shall return at noon tomorrow. Ah, do not attempt to flee.”
Honwondo’s gaze swept across the surroundings. As if committing everyone present to memory.
“I have no intention of letting a single person escape.”
Honwondo turned his back, speaking with a smile.
“Ah, that’s right.”
Then, shifting my gaze for a moment, I grasped an enormous blade in my hand. And.
Whoooosh-!!!
I cleaved through the empty air. Then.
Splurch-!!!
“…!!!”
The heads of the Nokrim Bandits surrounding us fell away.
With pure force, I had severed only the necks of the Nokrim Bandits with precision.
“This is a gift.”
With those words, I vanished. My presence dissipated in an instant.
“….”
“…My lady.”
“Miss.”
All eyes turned toward Muyong Youngsoon. Her face was deeply contorted, yet no fear could be felt in her expression.
“Sigh-”
A soft sigh swept through the surroundings. It was a sigh that Muyong Youngsoon had released.
“This has become troublesome.”
That was all. It seemed those few words were sufficient to describe the current situation.
“…What should we do? Perhaps we should return immediately.”
“Do you think that’s possible?”
“…That is….”
Tabsa lost his words. No answer came forth.
“I don’t think I can return.”
“…Miss, that is….”
“First, Hyeon, please return to the Moyong clan and request assistance.”
Click. I removed the bracelet I had been wearing. I handed it to the guard.
“If you take this bracelet, it should be fine.”
“You mean me, miss?”
“Yes. It’s an order. If you won’t obey, commit suicide immediately.”
“…!”
I issued such a chilling command without hesitation. To commit suicide if you won’t obey. The guard who heard those words was momentarily flustered, but he nodded as if resolving himself.
“…I accept your command.”
“Please hurry.”
The guard grasped the bracelet and leaped backward. Firm determination was evident on his face. After sending the guard away, Muyong Youngsoon spoke while looking around.
“Don’t worry. You won’t die. Rather, if you flee as he suggested earlier… it could become dangerous.”
“…Then, how should we proceed with the journey-”
“We halt. Regarding the objective, I’ll deliberate until sunset and then decide.”
I would take a brief rest. With those words, Muyong Youngsoon entered the carriage.
The atmosphere became desolate in an instant. Many wore expressions of incomprehension about what had just occurred, and most others were simply overwhelmed by shock.
“What on earth… happened….”
“Who was that master just now? What’s to become of Ms. Moyong now.”
“Is Moryong Sojeo the problem right now? Our lives are the problem at this very moment.”
Everyone was thrown into chaos and gripped by fear from the aftermath created by Honwondo. That’s what an absolutely unbeatable existence is like.
In the midst of all this.
‘What should I do.’
How do I handle this situation. I surveyed my surroundings with cold eyes. Then I approached the Haowen Disciples.
Three people were visible. I spoke to one of them.
“Is this situation also within your expectations?”
“…What.”
“Sorry, but I’m not in a position to focus on this ridiculous charade right now. Answer quickly.”
“….”
The man’s expression changed at my words.
“How did you know?”
The man’s true identity was the Branch Leader. He was the man with a mole on his left cheek. I figured out he was the Branch Leader this morning, but I didn’t have time to explain every detail.
“Habits. Gaze. And other such things.”
And.
‘The state of the soul.’
Souls cannot be hidden. No matter how much one conceals their inner self, the essence of the soul remains unchanged, so I could find it whenever I wished. Besides, I had been trying to play along with the act for the most part.
“Since we’re busy, hurry. Is this within your expectations?”
“There’s no way. We couldn’t have accounted for something like this. I didn’t know something like that would appear.”
“…You didn’t know?”
I spoke with suspicious eyes. Seeing that, the Branch Leader let out a slight laugh. The laughter was quite irritating.
“Our prince. You seem quite flustered, don’t you? The fact that you’re suspicious even while knowing it’s not true tells me so.”
“….”
He was right. If I had focused and thought properly, I would have judged this calmly. But right now I couldn’t get my footing.
“Well, let’s just say we each think about it on our own…. First, relax your expression. It doesn’t suit a prince.”
Expression. At those words, I smoothed my face with my hand. What does my expression look like right now? I can’t see it, so I don’t know.
“If this is unexpected, have you thought of any countermeasures?”
“Who knows. In reality, is there even a countermeasure to think of? Ms. Moyong came up with a good method on her own, didn’t she?”
It meant he wouldn’t get involved. Hearing that, I frowned.
“Interesting? I just realized you can make that kind of expression too, prince.”
“You mean you won’t get involved?”
“There was no such clause in our contract. My role was simply to confirm that the target was heading in the right direction and to check the target’s condition. Everything else is none of my concern.”
“Well said.”
I turned my back.
I wasn’t particularly displeased. After all, I had never held any expectations for those guys in the first place.
‘Honwondo.’
Recalling that, I asked Doyang.
“…What kind of man is he?”
I had heard bits and pieces, but I needed more information.
[…Why? Don’t tell me you’re thinking of fighting him?]
Doyang speaks in a rare, slightly trembling voice.
“Still thinking about it. But just in case, I need some information?”
[Do we have to fight?]
“Why.”
[…It’s strange to say it like this. But you’ll die?]
“Ha.”
I let out a laugh at those words. It sounded like genuine concern. How absurd. Who should be worrying about whom now?
“You’re on their side anyway.”
[Ugh. What does it matter when we’re all dead anyway. I just need to stay by your side? Like this, even as a short blade, I can feel your warmth….]
“Give me a straight answer before I throw you on the ground.”
[…What do you want to know?]
It lowers its tail. Seeing that, I spoke with a grave expression.
“Tell me everything. Not a single thing left out.”
That’s how I could make my calculations.
Calculations on how to kill that bastard no matter what.

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